"You caught me stealing my phone yesterday, why did you let me go?" Zhang Mengqian sat on the floor in Qingchen's room and asked with his head up.
There were crawlers everywhere in the room, and he didn't care at all. Instead, he blocked the insects with his interest.
In the ninth area, there are nearly a thousand buildings like Pigeon Buildings: elevators are damaged, water pipes are blocked, and wires are aging.
No one cleaned these buildings, and there were piles of garbage, which naturally breeded many bugs and rats.
Sometimes, some people die in the house and it takes a long time to be discovered.
Ironically, they were discovered after their death, probably not because someone cared about them, but because the community was about to collect protection fees again.
Qingchen glanced at the little boy and asked back, "What would he do if someone else caught you?"
"I can search my body and see if I have money. If I have it, I will snatch it away, and if I don't, I will beat me," said Zhang Mengqian. "So, people like you can't survive in the ninth district."
"Then what kind of person do you think I am?" Qingchen asked again.
Zhang Mengqian thought for a while: "Weak, good-tempered, and even dared not speak if we were bullied."
Qingchen couldn't laugh or cry. If those soldiers of the Gods heard Zhang Mengqian's comments in hell, they would probably be so angry that they would curse themselves.
At this point, no one in the entire federal government may use these words to evaluate the person "Qingchen".
The most frequent keyword for everyone's evaluation of Qingchen is "fear".
Qingchen asked Zhang Mengqian: "When I asked about your life experience, you didn't tell the truth."
Zhang Mengqian looked at Qingchen with his mechanical eyes: "Why do you say that?"
"In this lower three districts, there are not many people who can complete the primary school. Many people even write radicals of their names incorrectly, but you can write a sentence in full, and even the pinyin is useless," Qingchen said calmly.
Zhang Mengqian may not know who was in front of her. This was a piece of intelligence investigation that solved the case and wailed everywhere in the entire No. 10 City. She would not neglect such details.
Qingchen asked, "So, where are your parents and why are you here?"
Zhang Mengqian lowered her head and said, "I didn't lie to you. I originally lived in the sixth district, but later I did move to the eighth district. At that time, my father owed usury loans by gambling. He tricked my mother to a black clinic to anesthetize, and then secretly sold her organs. As a result, the black clinic promised to replace my mother with bionic liver, but it was all lies. My mother died, and then my father sold her other organs."
Qingchen stared at the little boy in a daze: "What's your father's name?"
"Zhang Jia," said Zhang Mengqian: "He is a famous gambling in District 6."
Qingchen originally thought that there might be some secrets hidden in the little boy's life experience.
However, there are no miracles in the slums of this world, only pain and memories are hidden.
"Sorry," Qingchen said.
The little boy said impatiently: "Why are you so easy to talk to? I just told you something and you said sorry. If I got beaten up, you will give me buns. I said that you can answer a question for one dollar, and you gave me one hundred. Can you not do this? You are not me, and you will suddenly leave one day in the future."
In this lower-level slum, a little bit of kindness will be infinitely magnified.
Zhang Mengqian is just a 13-year-old child. When he transplanted his mechanical eye, his tear glands were removed and he even lost the right to cry.
When he met Qingchen, he didn't think it was so good. He just subconsciously approached Qingchen, and then he was afraid that he would get too close.
Qingchen smiled and said, "Actually, things are not that complicated. You can hang out with me in the future. Of course, it may not be so easy to hang out with me."
Zhang Mengqian got angry for some reason. He stood up and walked out and said, "Do you have to hang out with you? You can't even protect yourself."
As he said that, he ran towards the stairs.
But when he went downstairs, Zhang Mengqian clearly saw a group of people walking upstairs slowly. He knew the person in charge of the Hei Shui Society, who was responsible for managing the pigeon cage.
The other party was holding a knife and the tattoo on his neck was hideous.
The little boy thought of something and ran back madly. He rushed to Qingchen's door: "Run, run, I saw more than a dozen Hei Shui Clubs, maybe they were here to find you."
Qingchen looked up and asked, "Where can I go? Maybe it's not for me, after all, I didn't offend them."
"It's better to go to other people's rooms to hide first. You can't just be killed by them!" Zhang Mengqian said hurriedly.
But it was too late to say this now. As soon as he turned around, he saw those people blocking the door.
The leader put his coat on his shoulders and held a cigarette in his mouth.
His body parts, which were exposed outside, had been replaced with mechanical limbs except for his neck and head.
The head of the pigeon cage of the Hei Shui Club looked at Zhang Mengqian and Qingchen in the room and said with a smile: "I have an impression of this little boy. He has been in the pigeon cage for a year. He seemed to be 12 years old when he came, and now he is 13 years old. Although the customers are all over 14 years old, they should be able to get away with it at the age of 13. Needless to say, this big one is full of money."
A young man on the side said, "Yes, let's do it! Damn, I squatted at the Black Swan door all night last night, and almost froze to death! When I woke up this morning, this kid had already run away and disappeared! I was so angry!"
As he said that, the people from the Hei Shui Club walked into the house. The person in charge of the Hei Shui Club looked at Qingchen and smiled: "You may not know what will happen today."
Qingchen shook his head calmly: "It doesn't matter."
"Not important?" The person in charge of the Hei Shui Society was puzzled.
"What's important is," Qingchen pointed at Zhang Mengqian: "After he saw you, he came back to find me."
The young man from the Hei Shui Club was stunned for a moment: "What are you saying in a mess?"
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"Don't you understand what I said?"
Luo Wanya stood under the pigeon cage and looked at Zhang Qinghuan with some confusion: "I said I will shovel this Lao Shizi Hei Water Club later. Is there any problem?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Zhang Qinghuan had a little toothache: "There are a lot of them, and we just go to a club like this. Don't you need to find any legitimate reasons?"
The president of the art club has never dared to compete with other clubs. Now Luo Wanya and the others are here. In the morning, he said that the hostile forces were Hei Shui Club and they would do it all for them at noon.
Zhang Qinghuan is still a little uncomfortable with this fast-paced life...
"Even if we don't make a legitimate reason, should we find some weapons? Everyone is bare-handed, is it really good?" Zhang Qinghuan asked.
"We cannot use firearms. We must be low-key and cautious in our actions at the beginning."
Zhang Qinghuan said sadly and angrily: "You are not very cautious either!"
Luo Wanya glanced at Zhang Qinghuan, sorted out his clothes, and said seriously: "Now you are the big brother of the club. We are all your younger brothers in name. Can you have some promising potential? Where did the ruthless spirit that asked us to kill you before? Come on, be fierce!"
"Why... how fierce you are?!" Zhang Qinghuan said: "Ao...aowu?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Qinghuan turned around and saw Luo Wanya's gloomy face. There was no complicated expression on his face, but his calm expression was extremely fierce.
The eyes changed, and Zhang Qinghuan was so scared that he took several steps back.
"There is no sense of oppression when talking too much nonsense. Only when a person doesn't speak and needs to guess what he is thinking is the most fierce," Luo Wanya sighed and said, "Forget it, we don't have so much time to delay. Just play your role later."
Parents' meetings come here without a legal identity. If a city management official notices this kind of thing, he will definitely investigate it briefly.
There are officials who receive participants at the Hei Shui Society. They don’t care who is paying the money in the following club, but as long as it is an internal matter, it can be solved internally.
Therefore, everything must be done in the name of an art club.
Zhang Qinghuan was pushed into the pigeon cage. He climbed to more than 40 layers panting, but Luo Wanya and others seemed to be fine. Zhang Qinghuan was so envious that he injected the cheapest genetic medicine, just level F.
Among the people brought by Luo Wanya, the lowest one is also D-level...
Thinking of this, Zhang Qinghuan finally calmed down a little. Didn’t he just set up a Hei Shui Club?
When he reached the forty levels, Zhang Qinghuan saw the people from the Hei Shui Club at a glance, and he was stunned on the spot.
Luo Wanya poked him with his elbow: "Say the lines."
Zhang Qinghuan reacted and shouted with his throat: "Do you do them for me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Wanya rushed out with his family. His huge figure hit the members of the Hei Shui Club like a train, and forced them to break out several meters. He saw that he vomited blood and might not be able to survive.
Zhang Mengqian in the room was hiding behind Qingchen in fear at this time.
There was a sudden noise outside.
The members of the Hei Shui Society looked back, but before they could react, the whole situation was completely crushed.
To be honest, Qingchen and Luo Wanya have never taken such a small club seriously.
In the entire city of No. 22, except for the club called Dragon Pattern, the rest are all native chickens and tiled dogs.
Luo Wanya felt that this was a chance to take action in front of the boss, and any ink wasted opportunity.
Therefore, the members of the Blackwater Society... collapsed particularly quickly.
The family members also showed extra courage.
The family members didn't know that their parents were in the house. They had no place to vent their strength every day, so they had no place to vent. At this moment, they would naturally attack the evil forces.
Luo Wanya stood in the messy corridor, looking down at all the curious residents: "Go back, the art club will do business."